| Lying down on the pavement, so happy
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| Seeming to be in balance, but how could that be
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| Really I must be jealous, don’t tell me
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| I just gotta leave the broken pieces or it’ll be the death of me
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| Six long years and seven heartbreaks
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| Broken strings and countless outtakes, why?
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| Never thought that I would follow through
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| Got a working title somewhere
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| And I know one day I’ll get there, I’m
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| Grasping here
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| I’m looking out for a simple kind of true
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| Don’t know what I am waiting for
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| I’m holding out for a simple kind of true
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| At least some kind of a metaphor
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| It’s simple, simple and it’s true
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| We got much to do
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| No excuses they’re just useless
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| We’ve got much to do
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| I’d say you hung the moon if they ask me
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| You help me so the plot won’t get past me
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| Sometimes the obvious cannot be seen
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| At least not by me
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| Remember all of the times
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| When we couldn’t make up our minds
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| Hours and years disappear |